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Either the men had understood her completely and were going to lead her to help.  Or she was just going to get told some stories.  In the end, she wasn't dead yet.  At being told she would have to leave her Court behind, she stiffened and looked down into her mug as a frown tugged at the corners of her lips.  That was dangerous.  Beneth seemed to agree.  She lifted her eyes from her drink to look the Warlord Prince over.  A wry smile forming.  [b]"It would be more accurate to say you don't trust anyone, I should think."[/b]  She teased him lightly.  It was a good instinct to have in such a cruel world after all.

She took a few more beats to consider the offer.  If they had wanted the trio dead it would likely be easier just to do it now.  It was not as if leading her away from her people was going to make her any weaker than she was.  Then again, there would be less resistance wouldn't there?  Fatima sighed and glanced at Jassen.  Poor thing.  He was trying his hardest, wasn't he?  From the folds of her dress, she pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his cheek.  She kissed him there and pressed it into his hand.  She kissed Beneth as well and gave him her coin purse. [b] "I'll be back soon,"[/b] she murmured to him.  [b]"Take care."[/b]  [i]Of yourselves.  Of my people.  Of my land.[/i]

The young Queen downed what was left of her mug, tapped it onto the table and stood.  She accidentally let her facade fall as she clasped her hands in front of her and a regal air came over her form.  [b]"Gentlemen,"[/b] Fatima said with her most gentle tone, [b]"I would be quite pleased to meet your Healer.  I shall take you up on your offer.  Please lead the way."[/b]  She tilted her head to the side slightly and a playful look came to her. [b] "Unless, of course, it is much too late in the day.  A woman needs her rest after all."[/b]  She laughed softly.